“This stuff.. stings..” He muttered out, eyeing you almost wearily as you continue to lather the weird, goopy substance around his face. The usual unkept strands of periwinkle in his face pulled back by a sickeningly cute looking bunny headband.

You’re to blame for this, obviously. Being ambushed and all but dragged against his will to your room, all for some silly little ‘spa time’ and your insistence on some much needed skincare—at least, that’s what he managed to understand from the barrage of excited words that seemed to bubble out your lips.